July 15th, 2009
Seeing HBP at midnight, however, meant that I got four hours of sleep and have been pretty freakin' tired the entire day. On the plus side, I still worked eight hours and learned how to read sequences/detect SNPs, which will be undoubtedly useful in whatever I plan to do when I'm older. On the down side, my head hurts and I'm moody, which made talking to Steve a bit of a trial for me.
He didn't upset me tonight, I just think he can be a little self-centered. For instance, I'm not worried about moving to Pennsylvania with him in general. I am, however, scared shitless about the details. I won't have a job down there, and I most likely won't have insurance. This means:
1) I will have no input of cash to a rapidly-depleting bank account (re: car payments, utility bills, groceries, phone...)
2) I will have no birth control, which means condoms, which means neither of us is as happy as we could be.
I realize point two is both stupid and impermanent, but it still worries me. My sex life is important to me and during a big upheaval in my life, I don't know if I'll be able to handle one other thing not happening the way I think it should.
Anyway, I'm worried about what I'm going to do, what's going to happen to me, and all he can do is say how much he misses me and how much he wants sex. I sound like a bitch. I know. Really, I do, and I'm crying now as I type this because I feel like an absolute sack of shit for bitching about it and being so self-centered myself! But I just wish he could understand why I'm worried, why I need to have control and a tentative plan. I know things are going to work out - I know I'll get a job and benefits and that everything will right itself with time.
Time.
I just don't want to wait.
- Music:Shadow of the Day -Linkin Park
